Wings of the Morning
...Trying to capture the elation of that first morning of school summer break.
Morning has brokenon my Pierrot duvet.Shifting, shimmering, dappled gold,Excitement fizzing in my bones, Soft woodpigeons,Bright blackbirdsJewelled dewdropsAll call βΒ Rise up, my love,Β Β Β Come into the garden. In the long, early shade,Lilies-of-the-valley unfurl fairy cupsΒ ice white,Β Β Β sylvan-scented,Β Β Β Β Β mossily divine.Cool, dewy grass prickles my solesBeginning-warm sunlight blesses myβ¦
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